
"Near!" mad at Habibie while pushing Kiara's shoulder to stop doing such ridiculousness.
"Why? The reason was not mahram. Now I'm your mahram, right?"
Habibie glanced right left, his eyes closed when he saw Bi Arum and Devi twisting their bodies. It was possible that the two people had seen what Kiara had done.
"Down!"
"No way!"
"Down, Kiara!"
"No way!"
"Kiraaaa!"
"What!" Kiara snapped back.
"Kiara said she didn't want to. Don't maksa. Kiara later reported Mas Abie on domestic violence charges. Wanna?"
Habibie exhaled a rough breath. The man regrettably slightly regressed the chair, picked up Kiara and led her up the stairs to the top floor. With her leisure, Kiara even more put her hands on her husband's neck. Kiara is determined that if she can't make her husband fall in love, Kiara must be able to get her husband to divorce her so that she can return to life freely.
"Geez .. The newlyweds are so, so very, very much" Devi lamented. "Bikin's jealous."
"Hush! You were a kid. Can't!"
....
Bruckk!
Kiara was grieving as Habibie threw her on the bed. That regret made Kiara even more lost her mind. He opened the blazer he was wearing so that his upper body was exposed more. The woman's hand also threw the red heels she was wearing.
"Please! If you want to take your rights, please!" said Kiara while leaning her upper body.
The breath came out of Habibie's mouth. He closed his eyes restraining his frustration at the woman before his eyes. Was there nothing Kiara could do but annoy her? Just one minute, shut up and don't make trouble. But it seems like it's useless because Kiara never wants to learn to get better.
"I'm not interested in that body of yours, Kiara! Don't dream too much!"
The duarrr!
Kiara was like hearing a thunderous lightning strike. What did he say?
"Not interested?"
The fire in the heart of the woman. Kiara growled, clenching her hands with stifled emotions. He really wanted to tear the mouth and eyes of Habibie who did not have such good taste.
Kiara's hand pulled the string of the dress she was wearing. He just wanted to see, was Habibie really not interested in his body? Whys? When many people want that from him? Why did her own husband even say such a horrible thing.
Beyond a doubt. When only one rope was off, Habibie had leaned towards Kiara, the woman immediately stared, surprised by the reaction her husband showed. A few seconds ago, he was very excited. But, why was his heart beating so fast like this.
However, beyond Kiara's expectations.. Habibie turned out to just take a blanket on the bed and then enveloped the wife's body with a thick cloth.
"You should have some self-esteem even if it's just a little!"
The female netra was instantly wide-eyed. Kiara stared at Habibie's back which went into the bathroom. His body collapsed, sitting on the edge of the bed with his face staring at him.
"Astagfirullah .. Is he human or not? Why is his mouth so sharp? Do I also have to have self-esteem in front of him? Should I just shut up?"
Kiara did not run out of thought, why Habibie had so much heart to say such a thing. What harm? And why he's not interested at all. His body is so disgusting.
"Or maybe, he's impotent!"
Kiara's eyes were wide again. He shuddered the country imagining the crazy things that were inside his head. "Is it possible that his first wife also died knowing this? Such a manly man is not manly? Uh ... what a tiger joke is this!"
Kiara still continued to imagine the strange things that flashed through her brain. Kiara believes that there is something wrong with her husband's sexual life. "My Melon is also not very small. How could he not be pleased."
While in the bathroom, Habibie never stop washing the face with water from the sink. The man stared at his reflection from the mirror, his chest rising up and down with an unfailing breath. Habibie sighed, enduring the turmoil that was natural he felt. Habibie is a normal man, he has a libido like a man in general. It was not uninterested to touch Kiara who was already halal for her. It's just ....
"I don't love you, Kiara. There's no way I'm letting go of my desires just for my satisfaction!"
....
Kiara pursed her lips when Habibie had left in her car. He became very confused as to what to do. Change clothes already, eat already, bags run out already. What else is left.
"Bestie!" kiara muttered with a twinkle on her face. He immediately rushed towards the walk in closet, looking for other clothes because the target was no longer at home. Kiara will be looking for comfortable clothes only.
Actually, there is no difference in the clothes that were worn earlier with the current one. Only, this time it was slightly longer and did not show too much aurora behind its body.
"Ekh .. I have no money. Ask Dad for it."
The woman prattled herself. He picked up his phone and launched his act to pretend to beg.
"Hello, Dad. Aye ... Kiara wants to minjem money with Dad."
"Well, how's the minjem with dad? Don't you have a husband?"
Kiara made an expression as if she was about to vomit when she heard the word husband from her father's mouth.
"Kiara did not dare to ask. Temen Kiara wants a birthday. Kiara should give you a gift, Dad. Send to M Banking! 50 Million, not much!"
I heard a long breath from the phone. However, Amzar still gave the money to the child. "If you want to get out of the house, permission is with your husband!"
"Ready, Dad! Execute."
Kiara pranced around after seeing the g6ang balance notification go into her account. It was easy to fool my father. Don't blame him, because this also happens to the wishes of the father.
"Where is Miss Kia going?" Bi Arum walked hurriedly towards Kiara. The woman smiled, she was very enthusiastic because she also had time to take the keys of her husband's car.
"I'd like to meet my friend Bi. My permission is the same as Mas Abie! Aunty don't worry!"
Kiara sauntered away from the house to the garage. He was so confused because the cars parked there were so many. But of course Kiara is not stupid, she unlocks the car and re-printing excitedly when she sees the car lights on.
"Okay, Kiara! The party." The woman with a radiant face.